by Jenna Rose
Yup. Definitely jealous.
3
Blue
“Sniper on the flank! Sniper on the flank!” I shout into my headset, but it’s too late. I hear the gunshot and watch as my last teammate, some kid named DirtyDan, is picked off just outside the barracks. I whip my scope to the hill and fire, nailing the enemy-team sniper with a headshot. He goes down and the game announces our victory.
“Hell yeah, bro!”
“Fuck yeah!”
The excited cheers from my teammates ring out in my ears as I set my controller aside and stretch. It’s my third week of streaming Call of Duty on Twitch, and I’m up to about five-thousand viewers at a time. It was something Reggie, our wide receiver, got me into a few months back. I was a staunch anti-gamer for most of my life before he came along.
“You win?” he asks as he comes out of his room into the main room of the suite. I flash him the thumbs-up.
“Unstoppable.”
“And you got a cutie coming over for a quickie?” he asks, laughing as he fixes his tie. He’s going out to a dinner with his social club tonight and is taking his girlfriend, Sammy, with him.
“Be right back, guys,” I say into my headset to everybody watching. I thumb the mute button on my mic and stand up. “Not a quickie, bro. I actually like this girl.”
“Like her?” he frowns. “You talked to her for what—five seconds?”
“A few minutes!” I protest. “I’m tellin’ you, man. She’s feisty.”
“So what? You gonna put a ring on it or something?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
I’m half-kidding, but only half. I’d seen Red around campus since the start of the semester, and like all jocks who have a soft spot for the sexy art-chick, have had my eye on her since. I was curious, and now having talked to her, I’m intrigued.
I’ve never had a girl sass me the way she did; it was like she took what I had to dish out and gave it right back to me. And that little quip I made about the universe putting us together? Again, only half-kidding.
The last four years at school have been wild; I’ve had more than my fair share of wild nights and women, but to be honest, it’s starting to get stale. I’ll be graduating soon, and then it’s off to the NFL. The guys who won’t be making it keep talking about how much pussy I’ll be getting once I get there—the actresses and models who will be at the games, but I’m over it. I just want a nice girl who I can settle down with and doesn’t want me because I’m me. Red sure didn’t seem to care. In fact, she didn’t even seem to know who I am.
She also has no fucking idea how hot she is—probably because she dresses like shit and most guys don’t notice. The red hair probably makes them think she’s either a lesbian or a major pain in the ass (the second one might actually be true), but I’ve got a discerning eye; I saw what was going on under that thrift store Goth outfit, and I can’t wait to get a better look tonight.
“I’m telling you, man,” Reggie sighs, shaking his head. “Don’t get locked down like me. First they’re dressing up in lingerie and sucking your dick while you play games, and the next thing you know they’re not wearing makeup and asking you to go get them coffees from Starbucks.”
“Well, if it’s so bad, why don’t you break up with her?” I ask.
Reggie sighs even harder, looks at me and shrugs. “Can’t. I’m in love, bro.”
Yeah, and I want to be.
Just as I glance at my phone to check the time, there’s a knock at the door. I’m a cool guy; it’s not the first time a girl’s knocked to come see me, but this time I’m actually nervous.
“I got it,” I tell Reggie, quickly stepping past him to the door. I smooth back my hair and put on a smile, but when I pull it open, I see Sammy, Reggie’s girlfriend, standing there with an annoyed look on her face.
“Sammy.”
“Is Reggie ready?” she asks. She looks past me and sees him and taps her foot. “Come on, we’re gonna be late!”
As Reggie passes me, he raises his eyebrows and flashes me one of those guy looks that says, “See? I told you!” Shaking my head, I close the door behind him and head back over to the couch, but just as I’m about to sit down, there’s another knock.
“Better fucking be her,” I grumble to myself as I pull the door open for a second time.
It is. And damn she looks good.
I wasn’t actually expecting her to listen to me and dress up, but she did. She’s wearing a killer blue dress that leaves nothing to the imagination, with obviously no bra to hide her insane rack, and a sash that hugs her waist, accentuating her hips that are meant for one thing: breeding.
Not only that, she’s done her hair and makeup. If I didn’t know she was a wacky art student, I would think she was a type-A business major who used to model in high school and still does for some extra money. Instantly my cock swells to full size beneath my sweats.
“Hey, Red,” I say with a smile.
“Hey, Blue,” she replies.
Yeah. That sounds perfect.
I try not to stare, but fuck she makes it hard. Her lips are gleaming; she must have put some kind of gloss on them, and her skin shines like she’s just had a coconut oil massage or something. Her hair, slightly curled, falls across her delicate shoulders, framing her beautiful face. But as much I try not to, I can’t stop my eyes from sliding down her body and taking in her every curve.
“Something wrong?” she asks. Yeah, she noticed; she’s a sharp cookie. But she also didn’t mind. In fact, she seems to like it.
“More like something right,” I reply. Yeah, it’s cheesy, but who cares? She seems to like it too, and without being asked, steps right into the suite. As she passes, the scent of her perfume hits me and it’s like a straight cross to the nose. I want to grab her by those baby-making hips and slam my cock inside her. I bet her moans sound like fucking heaven.
“So,” she says, gazing around the room, which is admittedly a bit of a mess, “this is the home of the legendary Colton Blue.”
“You figured out who I am,” I say with a smile as I walk over to her. I can see the curve of her ass from the front and have no idea how I’m not going to blow my load the second I get inside her.
“You’re a little famous,” She smiles, making a millimeter sized gap between her thumb and forefinger.
“Just a little.”
“I hope nothing else is little,” she says. Fuck this girl is fiery! How is it possible she’s a virgin?
“You kidding?” I ask her, nodding down as I pull the fabric of my sweatpants back to show off the bulge she’s given me.
“Is that a football in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” she asks, biting her lip. I’m ready to fucking explode. “So how do we do this?”
“You want a drink first?” I ask. She thinks for not even a second.
“No. Let’s get to it,” she replies. “Come on, stud. Take my virginity. You want it, don’t you?”
“Hell yes.”
4
Blue
The blush on Red’s cheeks makes my cock jerk. Her red hair is as fiery as my lust for her, and my blood is practically boiling as I move right in, slide one arm around her lower back, and pull her to me. Her legs part and I press my bulge against her pussy mound, letting her know exactly what I have in store for her tight little virgin hole.
I’m aching with need as I press my lips against hers, and as they touch, I feel a tremble sweep through her body. All it does is make me hold her tighter. I can feel her plump tits against my hard chest and realize it’s going to be impossible to take things slow. Not with her. Not this time.
Without hesitation, I snatch the hem of her dress and pull it up over her hips and grab her ass with both hands. It’s the kind of ass rappers would write songs about and I can’t wait to see when I’m hitting it from the back. I hear a thud as she drops her purse to the ground, and then I have her lying back on the couch with my hand between her legs.
No panties. Fuck.
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She hasn’t shaved, but I’d expect that from a girl like her. She’s a little hippie that needs to be tamed by me. I’ll take her to get her waxed tomorrow so she’ll be nice and smooth for my mouth, but right now, nothing’s going to stop me from claiming her innocent little cunt.
She gasps into my mouth when my middle finger finds her slit. I leave it there so she can get used to the touch, then gently slide knuckle-deep into her.
“Blue…” she moans, her voice like honey in my ear.
“That’s right, baby,” I whisper back. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“Yes!” she gasps again. I go deeper, all the way in with my finger. Fuck, she’s tight. I’d forgotten what an untouched pussy was like. I start to move inside her, but twist my hand and bring my thumb to her clit at the same time. As I apply pressure, her body starts to quiver.
“That’s it,” I purr as I bring my lips to her ear. “You’ve never had anyone do that to you, have you, Cherry? And now you know what I want from you?”
“W—what?” she stammers, losing herself in the sensations.
“I want you to come for me.” I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. This girl has me wrapped around her fucking finger and I don’t know why. She’s like a meteor with my name on it that came crashing down from space and leveled me.
She twists, grinding against my finger. I feel her body go tense, but as I look at her beautiful face, I see the complete wrong expression; she’s not going to be able to come. She’s too in her head.
“I—I’m not sure I can,” she admits. Yeah, I saw that coming.
Using my other hand, I carefully turn her head to mine. Her eyelids open, revealing her beautiful brown eyes, and I look at her like I’ve never looked at a woman before. I want her to come—not because I’m ego-tripping either; I want her to come because I want her to come. That’s it.
“Yes you can,” I whisper, rolling her clit in gentle circles with my thumb. “Get out of your head. Don’t be shy.”
“I—” she turns away, but I pull her back.
“Look at me,” I tell her. “Don’t focus on anything but how it feels. You’re safe here with me, okay? I want you to come for me, Red. Nothing will make me happier. I want you to come for me so I can stick my cock in you and come for you. But I’m not coming until you do. So come for me, please?”
My beauty doesn’t respond; she lets her hungry lips hang open, and after a moment, pushes harder against my fingers. I respond and increase the pressure, pick up the pace of what I’m doing. Faster and faster. Her hand slips around my neck and holds on tight and I feel the muscles of her body go tense beneath me.
Yes, do it, I tell her with my eyes. And she does.
“Colton!”
Her orgasm rocks her and I hear it on her voice as she moans long and hard as both of her arms wrap around my strong back. Her pussy gets even tighter on my finger and her juices coat my palm. My cock jerks beneath my pants as I ache to be inside her. I feel her tits against my chest and gently wrap my teeth around her lower lip until she’s done. Finally, she opens her eyes to mine, and the cutest giggle escapes her mouth.
“You did it,” I tell her.
She giggles and nods.
“And?”
“Um, amazing?” she replies, biting her lip.
“You’re damn right you are,” I tell her as I sit up. “Now it’s time for you to see what I’ve got.”
I slide out of my T-shirt and toss it across the room. Her eyes go wide when she sees my body. That’s no surprise; I’m a D1 athlete and am in the gym five days a week, but for some reason I feel even more proud of myself as her eyes trace the lines of my muscles than when other girls have looked at me.
My sweatpants relax as I tug the drawstring, and Red’s mouth opens wide as I pull out my cock, which is as hard as it’s ever been and dripping with pre-cum. I can tell by the look on her face that she’s never seen one before.
I want her to touch it, suck it, swallow my cum—but right now I want something more than any of that; I want to be inside her. That cherry is mine and I’m not going to waste any more time claiming it.
“Blue…there is no way that’s going to fit inside me,” she says as I get down on my knees in front of her. I twist her on the couch so her legs are spread and her pretty pink pussy is nice and open to me. With one hand, I pull her dress up and off so she’s completely naked. She’s dripping with arousal. I’m dying for her.
“Sure it will,” I tell her. “It might hurt a bit—”
“Might!?” she exclaims with a laugh. “You’re gonna kill me!”
“I might.” I grin. “But before you die, you’ll know it was worth it.”
With one hand on her hips, I position the tip of my cock against her wet hole. She gasps as I push in, flinches at the first pang of pain, and I give her a second—just a second—before I go all the way in.
5
Red
There it goes, I think as Colton slides deep inside me, stretching me in ways I never thought possible. My virginity is gone; he took my V-card and I couldn’t be more thrilled. My body is alive for him, aching with desire. His dick is enormous, but it’s like I can’t get enough. He said there would be pain, and there is, but as he starts thrusting, it’s completely masked by the most intense feelings of my life.
His strong arms wrap around my torso as he crushes my body beneath his. I feel his muscles, his weight, his dominance. It’s like he owns me and he’s making sure I know it. This was supposed to be just a quickie to lose my V-card and get it over with, but as Blue starts fucking me, I start to wonder if it would be that bad to be owned by him.
“Fuck that’s a tight pussy,” he growls as his body slaps against mine. I come alive. I didn’t expect that. Hearing his praise causes me to swell with pride. I feel sexy in a way I’ve never felt before; it’s like for the time being, I’ve stopped being the quirky art girl with an attitude and have become something else—the kind of girl a guy like Colton would be into.
“Yeah?” I ask him. “You like it?”
“Like it?” he growls, balling a fist in my hair. “I’m already close to coming.”
“Don’t come yet,” I tell him. “I want you to fuck me more.”
A deep groan vibrates through Colton’s chest and he shakes his head and smiles. “You sexy fucking bitch. Don’t you know that just makes me want to come even more?”
Did he just call me a bitch? He did, and I fucking love it. My eyes widen and I grab his neck and force him to look at me. I’m boiling over with lust. I’m empowered somehow by the way he’s dominating me. His cock is thick and strong inside me, and I stare into his eyes as another orgasm hits me like a cannonball.
“I’m coming!” I moan. He’s filling me up so much that I can feel every single contraction of my pussy as I clench and come on his cock. And when I feel it pulse inside me, I know that he’s not going to be able to hold out.
“Fuck, so am I!” he grunts. When the first shot of his cum sprays inside me, my own orgasm flares like gasoline poured on a fire. I try to cry out, but my breath seizes in my throat. My head tilts back and I try and fail to breathe as my body takes over, waves of ecstasy racking my body as he pumps his load into my pussy. Finally, my breath returns and I manage to moan as we slump down together on the couch.
I did it, I can’t stop thinking. On their own, my hands run over his body, feeling every taut muscle, exploring his amazing, athletic physique.
“So?” Colton asks after a moment. “How was it? Decent first time?”
He raises himself up off me and looks at me with those beautiful baby-blues, and I feel myself blushing. It seems strange to blush after what we just did, but I can’t help it. The starting quarterback, basically a campus legend, is asking me if I just enjoyed what we did. Seems impossible.
“Is that a joke?” I ask, starting to giggle.
“Of course not,” he chuckles. When he laughs, I can feel his cock flex inside me, causing m
y body to quiver.
“Oh, no, you did a terrible job,” I tease. “Only one position, you didn’t eat my ass or anything!”
Colton bursts out laughing. “Eat your ass!? Damn, girl, you are a freak in an innocent girl’s body.”
“Do I really look that innocent?” I ask, biting my nail for effect.
“Well, you were innocent,” he replies before kissing my cheek. “But not anymore.”
He makes a funny face as he pulls out and stands, and then I feel something that wakes me out of my love-struck stupor; his load dripping out of me.
“Oh, shit…”
“What?” he asks as he grabs a paper towel and hands it to me.
“You came inside me.”
“Oh, yeah…” he replies with a frown. “You’re not on birth control?”
“I’m a virgin, Blue!” I snap, sitting up. “Why the fuck would I be on birth control?!”
“I don’t know! Just in case? Acne? Don’t girls go on the pill for that?”
I slump forward and hide my head in my hands. How could I let this happen?
“Why didn’t you stop me?”
“Seriously?!” I snap, glaring up at him. “You want to blame me for this? It’s your fault for fucking me into a stupor!”
Blue stifles a laugh. “That might just be the best compliment a girl has given me.”
“You should be more careful,” I tell him as I stand up, the paper towel between my legs to catch his enormous load. “You’re a future NFL star. Girls are going to be itching to have your babies.”
“Yeah, but you’re not,” he replies. He says it with such assurance that I’m taken aback.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask. “You think I don’t want a big payday?”
“No, I don’t,” he says, shaking his head. “You didn’t even know who I was when we met, and you don’t strike me as the gold-digging type. Am I wrong?”
